III. Since yours is the province of speaking, IV. Then quickly why don't you discover? Did your heart feel such tortures as mine? I need not tell over and over What I in my bosom confine. COLIN'S Reply. I. 'OOD Madam, when ladies are willing, GOOD A man must needs look like a fool; For me, I would not give a fhilling For one that does love without rule. II. At least ye fhou'd wait for our offers, Nor fnatch like old maids in despair; Had you liv'd to these years without proffers, Your fighs were all spent in the air. III. You should leave us to guefs by your blushing, And not tell the matter so plain; 'Tis ours to be writing and pushing, And yours to affect a disdain. IV. But you're in a terrible taking, The Country-lass's Ambition. I. WHAT tho' they call me country lafs? I read it plainly in my glass, That for a duchess I might pass; II. Surrounded by a crowd of beaux, Oh! could I see the day! I'll dart fuch glances from these eyes, III. Oh! then for every new delight, Of love and joy I'd take my fill, With a ftand-by, Clear the way. The following Song is faid to be made in honour of our Sovereign Lady MARY Queen of SCOTS. You I. OU meaner beauties of the night, More by your number than your light, Ye are but officers of the skies; What are you when the moon doth rife? II. You violets that first appear, By your fine purple colour known, As if the spring were all your own; III. You charming birds, that in the woods. In foftest notes; what is your praise, IV. You glancing jewels of the east, Whose estimation fancies raise, Pearls, rubies, fapphires, and the reft Of glittering gems; what is your praise, V. But, ah! poor light, gem, voice, and fmell, Moon, diamond, flowers, and Philomel, VI. Thus when my mistress you have seen VII. There rose and lily, the hale spring, The diamond darkens in the ring : When she appears, the moon looks dead, As when Sol lifts his radiant head. There Gowans are gay. I. THERE gowans are gay, my joy, There gowans are gay; They gar me wake when I shou'd sleep, II. About the fields as I did pass, There gowans are gay; I chanc'd to meet a proper lass, III. Right bufy was that bonny maid, IV. O lady fair, what do you here? There gowans are gay; Gathering the dew, what need ye fpeir? The first morning of May. V. The dew, quoth I, what can that mean? There gowans are gay; Quoth she, to wash my mistress clean, VI. I asked farther at her syne, VII. She faid, her errand was not there, Her maidenhead on me to ware, VIII. Then, like an arrow frae a bow, She skift away out o'er the know, IX. And left me in the garth my lane, |